Valeria's Lycan mate

Chapter 1 (NE)

My eyes shot open from the dream. It seemed so real this time, I thought I was being watched. I quickly looked around my room, then let out a soft sigh, closing my eyes again. I've been dreaming the same dream for a while now. I couldn't pin point why I had them, but it didn't matter. Yawning, I stared up at the ceiling.

My name is Valeria Vladia Rossi. My father, who is no longer with us, used to call me Vale when I was younger. Since then, my family calls me by that nickname. Although sometimes it's Vladi or Vladia. I missed my father. He would tell me stories about the different colors of the moon, and their secret meanings. Though I never understood them. Since I don't really ask about him anymore, I started to have vague memories of him. I still love him with all my heart and soul, and miss him dearly. But I'm sure he would've wanted me to stay strong for my family and move on.

I'm 17 years old, happily finishing my last year of high school. I live with my mother and siblings; I have a brother of 16 years and 2 younger sisters of 8 and 7 years old. We live in a lovely apartment complex, on the 4th floor, in this grand city of New York.

"Vladia! Vladia, levantate! Date rapido! Levantate para la escuela! (Vladia! Vladia, Wake up! Hurry up! Wake up for school!)" My mom called out from somewhere in the apartment. I mentally groaned, then checked the time. 6:30 a.m. 'Dios mio (my God), why is she so loud? It's too early for all this yelling...' I rubbed my eyes. My mother is a mix of Dominican and Italian, we all are.

For a moment, I didn't understand why mommy was waking me up at this time, when the sweet smell of french toast and scramble eggs wafted into my room. I jumped out of bed, the cold enveloping my exposed legs causing a small speak to escape from my lips. I must remember not to leave the window open before I go to sleep. The mornings have been cold lately.

I walked out of my room, nearly colliding with my 8 year old sister, Nora. "Sorry Vladi!" She squeaked, before continuing to run towards the kitchen. She's a slight chubby girl with wavy dark brown hair, natural red highlights, and with tanned skin.

Soon afterwards, I saw my youngest sister, Layla following Nora to the kitchen. She grinned, hugging my waist. "Good morning Vladi!" She wasn't chubby like Nora, more at average weight. She has wavy black hair and light caramel skin.

I went further down the hall, towards the bathroom. We shared the same bathroom, except for mom. She has her own in her bedroom. I tried turning the knob, but let out a frustrated sigh after a few more attempts. There's only one person that would do something like this...

"Ophir! Hurry up man!" I yelled, banging the door slightly.

"I just got in here!" A slightly deep voice yelled back.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah that's what they all say, Date rapido! (hurry up!)"

Hearing all the commotion, Mommy peaked into the hallway, glaring in my direction. "Mira! (look) It's too early in the morning for your yelling, so keep it down! Vladia, come here and sirvele las niñas! (serve the girls)"

'You're the one that's yelling!' I retorted back in my mind, but kept quiet.

"Vladi, mommy's calling you...!" Ophir laughed, opening the door and coming out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Ophir stood at almost 6 feet, light brown skin, curly black hair, with some facial hair. If he wasn't my brother, I would have thought of him attractive, with his slightly showing 6 pack and hairy chest. But since he IS my brother, I do not.

"You now decide to get out? When mommy's calling me?" I glared at him. His full name is Ophir Michael Rossi. Sometimes we call him Ophi, but his friends call him Michael or even Mikey. He prefers it I guess.